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Paper prison

paulinemassimo

Updated: Jan 4

Hoping plane to-plane

Haven't enjoyed any place

Passport was always the same



Home became a prison

I had no more shelter or permission

The city put me in a vulnerable position


confinement

sentence


Convinced myself freedom is about moving


You don't know how it feels

You can't see it


Finally overcame

and understood what freedom means

Within me

And the choice to leave


Yes, I left

Don't know where

No, I don't want to be here

I don't want to die here

Where are my enemies


Stabbed in the back anytime

Or a Judas will kiss me next time

I rather leave all behind

To prosper somewhere, I will find


Broke the curse of generational fear

Since I came here

She also flee

to finally live


Hoping for joy to come back

With the roots on our back-packs

Drop the weight

This is not my fight

I open the gate

I will find light



Pauline Massimo

2024


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